Mapping Keats’s Progress: A Critical Chronology

Mapping Keats’s Progress
A Critical Chronology

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References to this poem

To J. R.

O that a week could be an age, and we
Felt parting and warm meeting every week;
Then one poor year a thousand years would be,
The flush of welcome ever on the cheek.
So could we live long life in little space,
So time itself would be annihilate;
So a day’s journey in oblivious haze
To serve our joys, would lengthen and dilate.
O to arrive each Monday morn from Ind,
To land each Tuesday from the rich Levant!
In little time a host of joys to bind,
And keep our souls in one eternal pant!
This morn, my friend, and yester evening taught
Me how to harbour such a happy thought.

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MLA Style: Works Cited

Keats, John. “To J. R..” Mapping Keats’s Progress: A Critical Chronology, by G. Kim Blank. Edition 3.27 , University of Victoria, 19 August 2024. https://johnkeats.uvic.ca/poem_to_jr.html.

Chicago Style: Note

John Keats, “To J. R.,” Mapping Keats’s Progress: A Critical Chronology, Edition 3.27 , last modified 19th August 2024. https://johnkeats.uvic.ca/poem_to_jr.html.

Chicago Style: Bibliography

Keats, John. “To J. R..” Mapping Keats’s Progress: A Critical Chronology, Edition 3.27 , last modified 19th August 2024. https://johnkeats.uvic.ca/poem_to_jr.html.